Reef Break

Previously on "Reef Break"...

The Governor would like to put you on a retainer.

Our island has unique problems.

Some problems, the police don't even need to know about.

You shouldn't see what's on this computer.

Your boyfriend's a cop, right?

Wyatt is not my boyfriend.

We are friends with benefits.

I could never fool you.

Except for that time you married me

and then forgot to tell me

that you were an undercover FBI agent.

You're the mercenary who does a bunch of shady stuff

for Carter Eastland.

I think I'm gonna enjoy getting to know you.

Well, most people do.

I don't know any Mr. Smith,

but if you're looking for the fat guy,

last I saw, he was cuffed in the bushes.

Might even be on his way to Central Processing right now.

Hands in the air!

Where the hell does he think he's...

Where the hell do you think you're going?!

You gonna go get him?

We're wearing body armor, Detective.

I know this is just your way of showing love.

Hey.

Hey.

You looked impressive out there.

Ah, well, if I knew I had an audience,

I would've put on a real show.

You know, I can get you a wet suit

and get you up on a board in no time.

Uh, I'm here on business.

Come on. I think you really want to let your hair down.

I don't, actually.

I want to talk about a man with his own island,

Dylan Sawyer.

Well, there is a name that brings back some memories.

I'm sure it does. We're gonna pay him a visit.

We are? Why?

Well, uh, we can talk about it in the car.

It's a bit windy out here. Let's get you dressed.

Sure I can't get you out on the water?

So, where's your fancy driver today?

Day off.

Day off?

Yeah.

So, I'm guessing this whole trip to Dylan's island

is off the official books, right?

Look, I know you and Dylan Sawyer are friends...

I wouldn't say "friends," exactly.

That's exactly what you said to the Governor.

Work friends.

You smuggled drugs for him?

No, I never smuggled drugs for him.

I mean, I may have put a package in my surf bag

that smelled like weed once or twice,

but... you know what? it was probably money,

because all of Dylan's money smells like weed.

Do me a favor?

Don't share inculpatory statements

about drug felonies.

Okay, do me a favor?

Don't refer to Dylan's marijuana as "drugs."

He'll find that very offensive.

Why are you in my chair?

DEA asked me to check in on your big bust.

Anonymous tip on a Thai fishing boat.

Yeah, we caught the guys. Enough caffeine and meth

to keep the South Pacific high for a month.

Caffeine and meth?

- That's ingredients for Yaba. - Yeah.

Which the Thais manufacture in the mainland.

Yeah.

So...

They're importing the ingredients

to cook it on the Reef.

That's an amazing deduction.

Okay.

Mind if I sit in on your interrogation?

Just keep your mouth shut and let me take the lead.

You know me... low profile.

Wow, this is one long-ass boat ride.

If I had access to the Governor's fancy private plane,

I would've just flown it right out here.

No pilot, no flight plan.

As you inferred, given the nature of the trip,

we thought it'd be wise to limit our footprint.

Good point.

Now, remember, you're here because,

to Dylan, you're a friendly face.

Last I knew.

What does that mean, Cat? Last you knew?

Well, you know, I haven't seen him in a while.

- Since when? - Since that whole

"I married an undercover FBI agent

"who brought down half of the underworld on the Reef" thing?

You know this is gonna be really tricky, right?

I like tricky.

I'm not kidding, Cat.

If you can give Dylan a comfort level, that'd be great.

Remember, this is a political negotiation.

Whoa! Quite the welcoming committee.

You know Dylan's son.

Beau! Gosh, I haven't seen you since...

Before I left for Cambridge.

Yeah. Bring it in for a hug!

Or a handshake. Alright.

Lieutenant Governor.

Beau.

Dad's waiting up at the house.

We're gonna have to sweep your boat,

and we'll need to take your phones.

Uh, we're not giving up our phones.

That's a lot of phones.

Glad you came, Cat. Really smoothing things over.

I'll go around the back.

- Take 3 o'clock. - Yeah.

Mr. Sawyer.

I'm Lieutenant Governor Ana Dumont.

And you showed up.

Well, I just wanted to see if you'd kiss me or kill me.

Hmm.

Kind of a risk, then.

Last I remember, you were not the killing kind.

That was a long time ago.

But still holds true.

You look great.

- He says he doesn't... - Yeah, I know.

He's been saying it for the last half-hour.

I now know how to play dumb in Thai.

Look, we know there's a lab somewhere on the Reef.

First one who gives it up gets a deal...

the rest of you are looking at 10 years minimum.

Yeah, yeah, it's like there's an echo in here.

Get him to holding.

- Jake... - No cushy U.S. prison for you.

I'm shipping you back to Bangkok.

Bang Kwang prison... that's leg shackles and maggot soup!

We're making runs ahead of the lab.

They're planning to set up in the next two weeks.

Where?

I really don't know, but it's gonna be big.

There are 10, 15 more shipments

coming through the Southeast Slot,

and they're sending The Chemist.

- The Chemist? - Who's The Chemist?

The Chemist from Chiang Mai.

The Chemist. From Chiang Mai.

It's killing you how I knew he spoke English.

It's killing you not telling me.

Seem a little easy, though?

How fast he gave it up?

You threatened him with one of the five worst

prisons on the planet.

- Still. - So what?

You want me to ignore a tip on 15 shipments of Yaba?

No. I want to know who The Chemist is

and why he was supposed to give him up.

We find The Chemist, we find the lab.

I'm bringing in my fourth major crop...

No, your sixth. This was 2006.

Right, 2006.

Cat's on her way to Sunset...

Wahine Pipe Pro.

That is a huge surf competition.

Volcom has her on a private jet.

She decides it's a good opportunity to move some weight.

I thought you never smuggled drugs.

I did not smuggle.

I was a dealer for a while, though,

but I did not have the patience for retail.

- Or the public. - Or the public in general.

So, I've got everything packed, ready to go...

She wants to pay me in cases of MP3 players,

fell off a truck somewhere.

Okay, they were very cool back then.

I live on an island. Off the grid.

I don't even know what I'm looking at.

- Can we get to the point? - Beau...

Now, she doesn't want to hear old crook stories

any more than I do, Dad.

You never had kids, right?

None that I know of.

As you already know, Reef Island's been seeing

an influx of smugglers the last few months.

Guns, drugs, even human cargo.

Are you suggesting I have anything to do with that?

I don't touch anything I don't make,

I don't make anything I don't grow,

and I don't grow anything but Anemone Red.

Finest weed in the South Pacific.

Which is why we've been hands off.

That and because we're your second highest source

of tax revenue and charitable donations,

after Carter Eastland.

Have you been approached about using your air strip?

There's a new player on the Reef.

They're setting up a lab to make Yaba.